Real antiques have a unique sense of historical heaviness. Even if their appearance is ordinary, the traces of time are beyond imitation by fakes.

Just as Miss Ye was watching around with wide eyes, Qi Ye and Uncle Fang had already started talking.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

Qi Ye smiled and said, "I'll get the knife."

"Take the knife?" A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. He looked at Ye Weilan again, and said to Qi Ye: "Come with me." After that, he took the lead and walked backwards.

Qi Ye told his little wife: "You stay here for a while and take whatever you like. These are all your mother-in-law's things. If you don't take them, don't take them." Then, he walked into the backyard.

Ye Weilan: "..."

Her mother-in-law?

Isn’t that Qi Ye’s mother?

Aunt Fang looked at the girl's expression and laughed out loud: "These are all handed down from the ancestors of the Qi family. After the lady got married, she was guarded by me and my wife. Qi Qi was very busy and didn't come here very much." The old man said, and walked to the shelf and took out a wooden box. It was very clean. It can be seen that she often wiped it. She opened the wooden box and lies quietly inside it.

The green is crystal clear and delicate, and you can tell that it is worth a while at a glance.

The old man held Ye Weilan's hand and put the bracelet on her wrist. It was neither big nor small, just right: "This is the best jade in the world that was worn by a certain empress dowager in the pre-Qin period. It has not changed color for thousands of years and is very caring."

Ye Weilan looked at the bracelet on his wrist, touched his stomach again, and asked with a smile: "Aunt Fang, do you have a long life lock or a golden collar for children to wear?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, turned to stare at her belly, and Ye Weilan smiled shyly.

The old lady was very happy and ran in to look for it again. Soon she took out a few small boxes, took out a snow-white long life lock, a silver collar, and a pair of silver bracelets, and carefully wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it into Ye Weilan's bag.

"Child, come with me."

Ye Weilan followed the old lady to the backyard.

"Qi Qi and the old man should be in the basement. If you want to take the knife away, you must defeat my wife, otherwise he will not be able to use it even if he takes it away." The old man said, and walked into a clean kitchen: "Qi Qi used to like eating the beef crumb rice I made the most, but he was too busy for a long time to eat it. Now, as long as you learn it, he can often eat it."

Ye Weilan's eyes lit up and she started to study hard.

The old man guided her while doing it, one spoke seriously, and the other was devoted to learning. So when Qi Ye and Uncle Fang came out, the fragrance of beef and rice was floating in the yard.

Uncle Fang's face was blushing and laughed happily: "Precautions, let's go after you finish eating."

Qi Ye walked towards the kitchen. As soon as he approached, he saw Ye Weilan carrying a large blue and white porcelain bowl with red cheeks: "Qi Ye, come and try it."

Qi Ye's black hair was a little messy, and there was still a piece of cuffs missing. He was holding a long piece of stuff in his hand, wrapped in black cloth strips, and his face was very white.

Ye Weilan wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and Qi Ye picked up the chopsticks: "What did you do?"

Miss Ye nodded a little embarrassedly, but asked: "How do you realize it was not done by Aunt Fang?"

The beef, pot, rice should not all look the same...
Chapter completed!